Goldilocks Boy, it's hot. I'm unhappy, because it's hot, and I don't like the heat. (fast forward two months} Boy, it's cold. I'm unhappy, because it's cold, and I don't like the cold. Whiners, all of you. Pick a temperature and stand by it. If I hear one more person bitch about the heat after having to listen to her bitch about the cold half a year ago, I'm going to do absolutely nothing. When the cold air comes, you won't see me complaining. I'll be dancing! Sort of. posted by Beetle Aurora Drake 9/09/2004 04:22:00 PM # Comments (0) . . .
